Dancing in the Rain: Lessons Learned on my Personal Journey with PD (more at www.PDPlan4Life.com) Copyright 2013-18 Sheryl Jedlinski
Getting dressed is a lengthy ordeal for many of us who live with Parkinson’s disease. Nothing is easy anymore, not tying our shoes, nor putting on jewelry. Our struggles wih basic activities of daily living are a constant reminder of the ground we are slowly losing to this disease. Every so often, however, we come out on top and that is enough to keep us fighting the good fight.
Take the day I was waiting in my driveway for a fellow Parkie when I felt a sharp, stabbing pain just below my right arm pit. The underwire had poked through my bra and was digging into me. I knew I would be late for my meeting if I went inside and changed my clothes, so I decided that as long as I wasn’t bIeeding, I would soldier on.
At that moment, my husband (ever my knight in shining armor) serendipitously pulled into our driveway and came to my rescue. “I need you to fix my bra right now,” I told him.
“Here?” he asked. “Now?”
I warned him that this project was not nearly as much fun as he was envisioning. Don’t ask any questions now. Just go to your workshop and bring me back duct tape in any color or width. A moment later, my McGyver returned with supplies in hand. I pulled open my shirt and told him to reach under the arm hole of my tank top and wrap duct tape over the exposed, lethal underwire. All I could think about was how upset my grandmother, a trained bra fitter for a department store, would be to see my husband “repairing” my undergarment with duct tape. I hoped the levee would hold.
At that moment, my friend drove up, looked at us quizzically, and asked, “Am I interrupting something?”
Knowing I take a dopamine agonist, she felt compelled to ask this question. After all, hypersexuality is one of the many side effects this class of drug is known to cause.